Ikea, revisited

Remember that time I was in line at Ikea? I saw someone I knew with her two young kids and I couldn’t bring myself to say hello- her with her two living, breathing children; me with only the memory of my dead one.

I saw her again.  At our local walk to remember.  I was there to remember my Mabel.  She was there to remember her first child, born still.

Oh, the stories untold.

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5 thoughts on “Ikea, revisited

  1. I’m going to remind myself of this next time I cringe at YET ANOTHER facebook pregnancy announcement. They don’t know my story and I don’t know theirs.

  2. I always try to remember this when I am out and about and see women with newborns or young children. Especially when I get that ache in my gut and the jealousy starts flowing…..

  3. So very powerful. I’ve been a real funk lately thinking constantly about our baby and feeling very envious again of pregnant women, people with children her age, etc. Thank you for the reminder that what appears on the surface is just that — the surface. I have no idea what is going on behind the scenes.

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